[At first it sounds like a command. Then, a warning.]

[Aubrey grabs him, the arm around his back curling tighter and the other swinging across his shoulder. It’s not a hug; it’s not not one, even as she can’t look at him.]

No.

I just told you not to die again, dipshit. [Been a while since she insulted him, huh? It’s hard to imagine loving him more than she does in this strange, terrifying moment.] I’m not going anywhere. And I will never forget you.

[Her grip squeezes tighter.] Not in a million years.